Glum Poems - Poems about Glum

I swim in sorrow, deep and wide, Against a tide that won’t let me hide. Each thought is bleak, each stroke is weak, My breath is weak, I cannot speak. If I stop to think, I start to sink. My eyes glue shut if I blink. I'm slunk in a glum, glug slug of gunk. Stuck in the oooze of blues, I'm...

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Glum is The Word Miracle Man January 2024 It’s difficult, my remaining positive, when facing negativity throughout each day. Depressing things are what I encounter, some thoughts are dark, many others are gray. It’s dealing with things beyond my grip, with age came things that have chased my smile. Like the border situation that won’t be fixed, making steps more stressful in each mental mile. ...

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Here comes the dawn of a thoughtful Mourn. Month of the desecrated demise of a Monumental personage. Unpleasant feels beclouds the air I consume, My structure reconciles itself to the dreadful wake of the dawn. Hushed his grief within, As though He counts it less. Burdened the hearts become. For the weight tears apart within. Boundary with her, Was the sweetness of existence. In a tick of misery Hard...

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In care of me but usual as I am always looking closely with my life that's so happy. My life is as likely a friend who likes me though I don't know it, starving like a hunger. A magical ball on me that's surround's me like a sheep or cattle, grazing for their feast. As a friend or foe I don't like it, but comes me as a...

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The Month of November Glum Late Autumn bloomers, mums galore, Crowd the mantel with Fall décor, Filling one’s heart with warmth and timbre, In the glum month of November. I watched her pick them one by one, To place in a vase of chrysanthemums, Of beguiling colours and scent, Tempting romantic engagement. My eyes stretch the fabric of time, Embedding this vision of mine, My love’s...

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Hey loser I see your coffee Seen you reach for what is offy Got me bad Saw you're mad Sucks to see it Insults my dad Who you kidding Not too bright Sucks to be you Not my fight...

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The Month of November Glum Late Autumn bloomers, mums galore, Crowd the mantel with Fall décor, Filling one’s heart with warmth and timbre, In the glum month of November. I watched her pick them one by one, To place in a vase of chrysanthemums, Of beguiling colours and scent, Tempting romantic engagement. My eyes stretch the fabric of time, Embedding this vision of mine, My love’s...

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I'm half agony, half hope With my silenced voice And no other choice But to elope. Letting go, wishfully glum Of my life thus far, Follow the star To freedom. For society did shove In our hearts a dent We weren't meant To fall in love. Borrowed the first line from Jane Austen. Dedicated to all those who have been prey to man made divisions,...

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I was sitting in my room I was reading in the silence darling alone I sit and wonder about you It's a mysterious and gloomy night It appears as though nothing's gone right Please inform me sweetie how I can go on without you? Okay I'm glum and sad I don't know what to do, boo hoo Beep, beep, why don't...

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Stan was feeling somewhat glum,nay even despairing,on Monday morning. Mary had gone to work on her new folding 6 gear bicycle with own basket and an extra basket from Wells-next -the- Sea 1995 [the wicker basket now somewhat grey in hue.] He was left at home sorting out all his art work and materials as well as doing...

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Woebegone woe beset, be gone A Wobbegong dumbed down in dumps Forlorn in doldrums deep and glum For the taste of glum is dour and sour Mirthless and mournful, cheerless and doleful Apparel crestfallen, disheveled, long-face, appalled Butt out, begone, woebegone Wobbegong, long in tooth Trim your beard, its shaggy and scummy, and glumly See more sea, and be seen in...

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